Warnings for chapter 1: sexual content

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Carry Me Home

He drank so much that he should have forgotten, but he would always remember that Friday evening.

It was like all Fridays. Like most Saturdays. Like many Thursdays. And even like some Sundays. Old friends dragged him to the same clubs, where they met different people. Or rather, did he drag his friends? He got caught up with tequila shots and maintained his steady buzz with mixed cocktails – the sugar high combatted the laziness of drunkenness. As the night went on, the umbrella's in his drinks became increasingly amusing. The people as well.

At the second bar he heavily leaned into one guy and he later made out with someone, who may or may not have been that same guy.

They lost part of their group to a game of pool; guys not drunk enough to choose dancing and grinding over winning.

The third bar was little more than a pit stop on their way to the club, where they knew the line outside would be long. The remaining threesome of friends occupied a leather booth in the back, seeing if they could make new friends for the night before the final stage.

Without warning someone slipped into Duo's lap; a body fitting against him like he was molded for the sole purpose. Arms snaked around his neck. Breath was warm in his face, still smelling fresh, no hint of alcohol yet. Duo looked up into blue eyes, bemused.

"Quick, laugh like I said something incredibly funny," the stranger urged.

He shot a look at his friends, but then gladly obliged and he liked how the other joined him in laughter. He felt the rumble in his chest, since he had reactively wrapped an arm around him to keep him secured in his lap.

The blue-eyed man shot a look over his shoulder and then turned back for his second command: "Now kiss me like I'm the love of your life."

He did.

Two smirking mouths met. Lips moved together. Eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. It ended as abruptly as it had started.

Duo stammered something incoherent when the handsome stranger disentangled himself from him and rose to his feet.

The explanation was: "Sorry, my friends aren't here yet and I saw my ex."

"Oh." Duo searched the crowd, although he had no idea whom he should be on the lookout for. He wondered if it was a gimmick. If it was, it was effective. "Is he gone now?"

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks."

Duo's group of three became a group of seven when the stranger's friends approached and everyone exchanged introductions.

Quatre. Trowa. Couple. Madly in love.

WuFei. Straight. Aggressively annoyed.

Heero. Single? Lovely.

One round of shots later, they all headed for the club. The line was even longer than expected and most were ready to give up after waiting for over half an hour, but Duo convinced them all to stay. The club was nothing special, but Heero was.

Unassumingly beautiful, even in the harsh streetlight. Puffs of white air escaped parted lips that spoke, joked, quivered in the cold and smiled. His cheeks dimples with each smile and Duo wanted to keep seeing them, so he made as many lame jokes as he could and was rewarded each time.

Wind cut through the street and seemed to explode out of alleys and moved his bangs. Whenever he flipped his hair to get it out of his face, his blue eyes caught the light overhead and a shroud of clouds rolled in to hide the envy of the stars. His hands never left the pockets of his unzipped coat. As he gestured, his coat opened and Duo snuck glances at a button-up that fit him loosely and black jeans that fit him snugly. Tan timberlands, that looked too big on him, didn't match the all-black outfit.

Everyone around them groaned and shouted at the ushers when the first of the rain started to fall. But Duo was preoccupied by how the droplets landed on the glasses of Heero's gold wire frames, only then realizing the man had been wearing glasses all this time.

The group was let inside before the rain would soak them. They checked their coats and stepped into the music.

WuFei was entertained by Dorothy, not realizing she was lesbian and had bigger balls than any of them. Trowa and Quatre entertained each other. Mike Howard entertained himself, never too old for the club scene.

Duo and Heero stood at the bar. Quatre and Trowa behind Heero, making out. WuFei and Dorothy behind Duo – WuFei definitely wanted to make out and, knowing Dorothy, she was likely to humor him if he proved persistent enough. Mike had drifted off onto the dance floor.

"Shots, tequila, for all of us," Duo ordered when the bartender made it their way and he gestured at the six of them.

Six glasses were lined up and the bartender poured, spilling on the glass countertop as he swiftly went from one glass to the other.

Everyone grabbed a shot and five downed the drinks without a moment of hesitation. But Heero paused with the glass halfway to his lips and turned to ask the couple something.

Quatre and Trowa both nodded and the short blonde said: "Of course! That's what tonight is for!"

The blue-eyed man grinned and swallowed the tequila.

Two shots and matching cocktails with umbrella later, Heero leaned in closer to Duo to say: "Aren't I boring you? I'm not very good at this."

"Good at what?"

"Dancing and stuff."

Duo laughed, but the sound was mostly swallowed by the bass. "Well, we haven't actually danced, so…"

"That's what I mean!" Heero laughed too. "We're at a club half the city wants to get in, and I'm standing at the bar, dressed like a substitute teacher, just talking. And I'm not very good at talking either."

"I think you're very good at talking."

"You're a very good liar." His blue eyes sparkled so brightly not even the reflection of strobe lights in his glasses could distract from them.

"For what it's worth, I don't think you're dressed like a substitute teacher." He had to shout harder and harder as on the stage, not far from the bar, patrons were invited up to strip and pole dance as some sort of lewd charity contest.

"I am though!" He sipped his pink drink. "A substitute teacher, that is."

"No shit! If they looked like you back in my day, I might not have dropped out." The conversation had been like that all evening; spontaneously unguarded. Sharing personal information mostly for the sake of a punchline.

"So what do you do?"

Duo looked down at himself, at his clothes. "What do you think? What am I dressed like?"

"Sexy!" He smirked.

"I don't think that's a profession. Guess again."

"Accountant."

His laughter was rumbling and he felt it in his chest, even more than the beat of Ginuwine's 'Pony', to which a buff guy was grinding against the pole with the remnants of his torn shirt hanging off his shoulders. "Does your accountant wear a lot of mesh shirts?"

"In my head he does."

"You fantasize about your accountant?"

"Tax breaks are a turn-on!"

He raised his cocktail in a toast. "You really are a substitute teacher."

"Rude!" He meant to playfully nudge him against his chest, but in his inebriated state he forgot he was holding a drink and he ended up spilling it on Duo. "Of, fuck. I'm sorry!"

The liquid was cold against his heated skin. Heero's impish look had him laughing again. "You really are bad at this!"

"Shut up!" With his free hand Heero uselessly smoothed over Duo's chest, as if that would help the wet mess he had made. "I just don't do this often!"

"You were pretty smooth, back at the bar."

Heero shamefully ducked his head between his shoulders. "I didn't really see my ex there!" He wouldn't have admitted to that if he wasn't already well on his way to drunk. "My friends dared me to go up to you. I didn't know what else to do They made me do it, I swear."

"Why's that?" Duo kept grinning at the shorter man, enjoying the way his hand had stopped moving and just rested against his damp skin, a little sticky from the sugary, alcoholic beverage he had spilled there.

"To sow some wild oats."

"Why?"

"Before it's too late, I guess."

He laughed and shook his head. "How old are you?" He couldn't be much older than twenty-five, so the notion of needing to rush the oat-sowing was ridiculous. Duo was nearly thirty and he had never sowed more oats than he had done in the last couple of years.

"Too old to be trying to get into any of this stuff."

"Oh, but mister substitute teacher: you're never too old to learn," he replied glibly, leaning in not so much to be heard but for Heero to feel his warm breath on his neck. When he pulled back, Heero was smirking.

The banter continued, becoming increasingly less clever and less subtle – if it ever had been. Heero's cheeks flushed red, not even the flashing blue lights could hide his endearing blush.

Duo lost count of how many drinks he had had. How many volunteers had gone up to the stage. How many of their group of seven had already left. Everything was about Heero.

The volume of the music was dialed up and up until they couldn't hear each other anymore in spite of their best efforts and regardless of how many times they shouted at each other: "What?!"

So they kissed instead. Duo's hands were on Heero's waist. Heero's hands were on Duo's shoulders. The drink he was still holding, was steadily spilling down Duo's back and getting into his long braid, but he couldn't care.

When they finally parted, Heero laughed and offered – still trying to guess Duo's profession: "Kisser!"

"'Ass-kisser' might be close!" He shot back, although he didn't like thinking about his job during the weekend.

"What?!"

He threw his head back in laughter and said: "Never mind!"

Heero looked clueless. "What?! I can't hear you!" He cast a glance over Duo's shoulder at the man on pouring a drink over himself only to shake it out of his hair and dance to the ironic soundtrack of Girls, Girls, Girls.

"Stripper?" Heero wondered, in response to the mesh shirt the dancer was wearing, not unlike Duo's.

The tall man did not like Heero's attention going elsewhere. He didn't want the young man to be sowing oats with anybody other than him that night. So he kissed him again. Demandingly. Passionately.

He would have kissed him all night if the other wasn't suddenly pulled out of his arms.

Trowa and Quatre had appeared at their side. The taller one of the two draped himself over his partner and it was then that Duo noticed the wedding band on his finger, to match Quatre's.

"You're next!" Said the blonde with an evil grin that didn't seem to suit him, even though Duo knew nothing about the guy. His face was just too kind, too sweet.

In response to Heero's quizzical expression, the two friends nodded up to the stage in unison. Blue eyes widened behind wire-frame glasses. His protest consisted of a soundless mantra of "no's".

Reading Quatre's lips, Duo knew the blonde was hissing "Yes" is response. And he let go of Trowa's arm, wrapped around him, long enough to poke Heero in the stomach. "Show off that body!"

Heero shot Duo a shocked – bordering on panicked – look.

'Girls, Girls, Girls' winded down, with the dancer left in nothing but his underwear, compelled by the beat of the song and the cheers of the crowd. Some viewers reached out to stuff dollar bills into his briefs, even though the charity was collecting entirely different donations, in exchange for the extra attention the contest was getting the club that night. There wasn't that long of a line outside every Friday night.

A drag queen hostess signaled in the end of the performance and ushered the nearly naked man off stage. Quatre and Trowa physically pushed Heero towards the stage, towards the awaiting hostess, who helped him up. Duo followed to the crowd, partly sympathetic, but mostly curious. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the devious couple, looking up at their stricken friend.

Some of Heero's protest was amplified by the Queen's microphone. "I really don't think-"

"Honey," She drawled, "it's for charity." With a flick of her hand she cued the DJ to start the track and she backed away as the first guitar riffs of Pour Some Sugar On Me filled the club and Duo's chest.

Heero stood awkwardly on the stage during the intro, looking to his friends and then the hostess for help. The crowd encouraged him with cheers and catcalls. And Duo chuckled when Heero's drunken, shy logic caused him to kick off his shoes first and then he fumbled to take off his glasses and hand them to the drag queen for safekeeping.

As the first chorus started, he finally moved, gyrating his hips, digging the fingers of one hand into his hair and hooking the thumb of the other through one of the belt loops of his jeans. His head was down. He might have been staring at his feet, or had his eyes closed. With his bangs covering his face, nobody could tell. Whatever it was – the music, the roaring crowd, the alcohol – he grew more confident and his hands began to wonder, dragging his shirt up enough to expose some of his belly before popping buttons one by one.

Duo watched, enthralled. Heero looked up and his blue gaze found his, making everyone else disappear. It was like Heero was dancing just for him and he hoped the other man felt that too.

Emboldened by the lustful stare he was met with, Heero approached the pole and swung around it. He dipped down a few times and pulling himself up by the steel rod, grinding his crotch along the length. His legs were impossibly long in his skinny jeans and his shirt fell open during his dance, exposing a tight, lithe physique.

The crowd called for him to take the shirt off and he complied, just as the bridge evolved into the final chorus. He tossed it and a random stranger caught it. With the oversized shirt gone, it was revealed just how well those jeans fit him.

The movements of his body were supple and wiry muscles moved under golden skin. Duo's gaze trailed down his spine, dipping into the hollow of his back and gliding over the roundness of his ass. His fingers gripped the pole strongly as he danced around it and his hair danced around his face. He popped the button of his low-riding jeans, exposing only a glimpse of underwear, but he didn't strip further, in spite of the pleas from the crowd. He turned around, dragging his hands up the pole behind him until they were stretched above his head. He arched his back. Shadows licked at ribs and abdominal muscles. The pole fit between his ass cheeks. Heero let himself sink down onto his knees and positioned himself on all fours. His wild hair fell into his face again but Duo still felt the prickle of those piercing blue eyes staring only at him. He pulled himself up by the pole again. There was sweat in his hair now and when he ran a hand through it, the bangs remained brushed back.

Quatre and Trowa were louder than anyone else; louder than everyone else. They urged him on through the finale.

Heero's left hand glided down his neck and over his torso and he grabbed himself through his jeans. It was apparent he was completely beside himself, drunk on something that was new to him. He was liberated. Duo was as amused as mesmerized.

When the song ended, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

Whatever had come over him, left as abruptly as it came. Heero bowed awkwardly and then scurried to the edge of the stage where the braided man helped the other off the stage, gripping his waist and setting him down on the dance floor. Their kiss was interrupted by the hostess handing Heero his glasses back with a smirk and a sassy comment purred into the microphone.

Heero held the glasses in his hand, between their chests.

The break between songs was long enough for Duo to say: "You're a good liar too."

"Liar?"

"You said you were no good at 'dancing and stuff'. You are."

"Really?"

Duo nodded fervently. He was hard and with the way they were pressed together, Heero should have felt it.

He laughed nervously in response. "I never would have done that if not for you."

"Me?"

"I've felt invincible since you first kissed me at the bar."

The music restarted and Duo decided that the best response anyway was just to kiss him again.

Heero's shirt was never returned to him, but luckily they did find his boots.

"Wanna come home with me?" Duo asked as he watched the other haphazardly tie his laces to the best of his abilities. Off to the side of the stage, behind the big stereo's, where his boots had landed, the music wasn't quite as loud.

"No." Without a pause he shot back: "Wanna come home with me?"

Duo nodded. Location didn't matter much to him.

"Wait. I need to ask Quatre and Trowa something first. Meet me by the coat room?"

"Sure." The situation was confusing to Duo, but he didn't want to waste any time asking questions. He let his hands slip off Heero's naked, heated skin and he made his way to the coat racks with both their ticket stubs. He waited with two coats draped over his arm. Heero made him wait long enough to cause him doubt. What was keeping him? Did he still want to do this?

His smile was beaming when the brave performer joined him by the exit and he helped Heero into his coat and kept his arms wrapped around him for extra warmth as they stepped into the cold night air. They kissed on the sidewalk to stay warm as Duo kept half an eye on the traffic. When the first cab appeared, he broke the kiss and raised his long arm to get the driver's attention.

The yellow car screeched to a halt and Duo ushered Heero into the back seat first and crawled in after him.

They made out heavily in the back seat. Duo took advantage of Heero's shirt having gone missing and reached up under his coat to tease him with light touches to his fluttering abdomen and nipples that were pert from the chill and the excitement.

The driver didn't give a damn and casually interrupted them to verify the address.

Heero made small sounds that drove Duo mad. His ears were still ringing from the overbearing music back at the club, but the pleasant, vibrating hums of his partner drowned out the high pitch. A hand was in Duo's lap, touching him exactly the way he wanted, so intuitively that his drunken mind almost mistook it for his own.

The car stopped in front of an apartment building and Heero apologized before leading Duo up four flights of stairs.

"Jesus Christ," he puffed when they collided with the door to Heero's apartment. "Testing my stamina?" He pressed himself against the shorter man, forgetting that they still needed to get inside. He slid a leg between Heero's and slotted them together. That had them groaning into each other's mouths.

"Testing mine?" Heero muttered as he rutted against him.

Duo's grin interrupted their kiss long enough for Heero's senses to return to him so he could unlock the door and pull Duo inside.

He shot a quick glance around himself. The apartment was small, decorated with dark colors. It instantly felt like a safe little cave, away from the rest of the world.

Heero flicked a switch and a single, Marrakech style lamp over the dining table lit up the darkness, casting decorative shapes of light on dark green walls. Soon, Duo was distracted again, by lips, by hands, by a nose nuzzling his neck, by an erection lining up with his. He delved his fingers into Heero's thick hair and took control to plunder his wanton mouth.

Their thick coats fell to the floor and Duo quickly stripped himself out of his shirt to catch up to Heero's state of undress. With locked lips Heero guided his guest through the apartment, maneuvering around the dining table and bypassing the first door to go through the second.

The walls of the bedroom may well have been black, but it was too dark to really be able to tell. The light from the living room barely reached and the streetlights outside were filtered by the curtains. The sheets they landed on were definitely white though and smelled wonderfully of Heero – a scent already distinct to Duo.

Heero apologized again, like he had before dragging Duo up all those stairs.

Duo kissed along his throat and then his collarbone.

"No anal," the shorter man said, moaning at the ministrations.

The other let his teeth scrape along Heero's skin. He was a little disappointed, but not enough for it to kill his mood. It wasn't an uncommon rule for a one-night stand. Although Duo had no intention of letting this be nothing more than a one-night stand. He nipped at Heero's jaw, at his chin and at his bottom lip. "What do you want?"

"You," was the effortless reply.

He snickered. "Can you be more specific? Mister substitute teacher?"

"Nnnn…" Heero wrapped his legs around Duo's waist. "Want you in my mouth. Then I want to fuck your mouth."

"In that order?" He teased.

"Yeah."

"Whatever you want, Teach."

So that was exactly what they did. Duo undressed them both, first himself, then Heero. Laughing while he clawed at the tight jeans as Heero kept crawling out of his reach to get condoms from his nightstand on the other side of the bed, where he put aside his glasses.

The tall, long-haired man lay propped up against the pillows and let his hands play with his lover's wild hair as the man sucked him off. He lay between his legs and his face was hidden behind his bangs. Once in a while, Duo brushed them away and shivered each time for their gazes would meet. He stopped him before he would shoot his load into the condom and coaxed Heero to straddle him. He scooted down until he was on the same level as Heero's raised hips. He rolled the condom onto him and took his into his mouth, sucking greedily before simply relaxing and giving the other the freedom to thrust into him. He rid himself of his own condom and jerked off, but couldn't keep up with Heero.

After Heero's orgasm, he tossed the young man back, to lie on the bed. He kneeled over him and pumped his fist over his cock until he came all over Heero's chest and stomach.

With a self-satisfied grin, he slumped down to lay next to the other.

Once they had caught their breath, they both chuckled.

Heero pushed himself up with a groan. He took the condom off himself and cleaned up with tissues from the nightstand. "Messy," he remarked.

It was Duo's turn to apologize. It wasn't exactly sincere. He smiled when Heero dropped down next to him again. He cocked his head to stare at him. "You're pretty," he drawled and he laughed at how non-sexy and stupid he was being.

Heero pressed himself against Duo's side and the tip of his nose was cold in the crook of Duo's shoulder.

He wormed an arm around the other and held him to him tightly. He breathed in the smell that clung to his hair. "Wanna do this again sometime next week?"

"I can't." The response was little more than a sigh against Duo's neck. "I have plans."

He chuckled. "For the entire week?"

"For the next nine months."

Yep.

Yep, I went there.

It means what you think it means.

This is purely a guilty pleasure free-write story.